I Don’t want to Say Too Much
But I don’t want to Say Too Little
If I could Tell You How I Feel
But…Still Our Love is Brittle

Love is Inherently a Dangerous Thing
And In It’s Nature Lies Hubris
For We Expose Our Souls
In the Hopes to Soar on God Wings

With Reckless Abandon
We Leap off the Ledge
Again Risking Our Hearts
And More…More Fragile Things

And Love…Love is a Romantic Notion
Something We Molded From Mythology
A Story of Divinity and Perfection
Of Childish Ideas and Magic Potions

But No… There are no such Things
No Potions No Perfection No Wings
Love…Love is What We Make It
A Choice to Accept our Deepest Fears

To Be an Open Vessel
And Wear Our Heart on Sleeve
For Our Souls to Fly
On Wings of Fragile Things

And Although the Risk is so Heavy
That We May Crumble from the Weight
Without It We’re Nothing
Not Gods Not Adam…or Eve

I Don’t want to Say Too Much
But I don’t want to Say Too Little
If I could Tell You How I Feel
But Still…Our Love is Brittle.